Love Will Lead Us
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,607
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10
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chapter 3
Disclaimer: Please see previous chapters.
A/N: It's not song fic, even though the name of the story is a song. I do love listening to music while I am writing, and am currently listening to Terence Trent D'Arby's "Sign Your Name." He was a bit of a one-album-wonder here in the States, but my, oh my, his songs are sexy. The other ditty I've been listening to is "Don't Dream It's Over" by Crowded House. If you're interested, you can view the lyrics for them at:
http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?id=97968 and
http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=uYeJbLPW930%3D respectively. They seem to be somewhat appropriate to this story.
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..."No. It's just the after-effects of the Cruciatus. These vary from person to person. In my case, my skin becomes, ah, hypersensitive for a few hours afterwards.
It was her turn to quirk an eyebrow and grin at him. "Hypersensitive? In a good way, I hope..." she trailed off and bit her lip, the thought of all that responsive flesh before her tightening her stomach and causing a rush of warmth to head southward...
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The sunlight persisted, but he still felt sleepy. Severus sighed and closed his eyes, rolling towards the sleeping woman pulling her unprotesting body into his embrace. Her back against his chest, she murmured "Sev..." snuggled closer to him and seemed to go back to sleep. He luxuriated in the warmth of the sunshine, the first that had peeked out in days and in the warmth of the sweet body next to him. And remembered...
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Tonks stepped back and watched the ointment begin to fade the ugly bruise on his side. As soon as the last bruising had vanished, she quickly knelt before Severus and put her hands on his knees.
Perplexed by her behavior, Severus sat up and looked into her eyes. He saw emotion flicker across her face too quickly for him to discern what she was feeling. Against his will, the woman kneeling before him was intriguing him more and more.
She saw his eyes change and darken, with desire? She surprised him by leaning in and kissing his side where the bruise had been. Severus gasped and shuddered at this simple touch. She stopped kissing and ran her tongue slowly over his ribs.
Suddenly, she pulled back, her face crinkled in revulsion. Severus quietly sighed to himself. She had obviously changed her mind and decided he tasted as revolting as she looked. Oh well, it was for the better... He closed his eyes to not see her reaction any more.
"Blelch!" exclaimed Tonks. "That tastes nastier than one of those damn indigestion potions I made the mistake of buying last week." She grabbed a towel and wiped her tongue off with it. "Hmmmmm. That takes care of that. Now I just have fuzzies on my tongue."
She looked up at Severus and saw his face had closed. He was looking particularily blank and disinterested. 'Damn,' she thought, 'He thinks I think *he's* nasty. Well, better fix that!'
She stood, leaned over him and brushed his hair behind his ears. She bit her lip, surprised that he hadn't said anything sarcastic to blast her out of the room. She looked closer at his blank face and closed eyes. A new wave of surprise coursed through her as she perceived the vulnerability behind the stony face.
Slowly, she sat down on the bed next to him. Even more slowly, she reached up a hand and turned his still face toward her. Leaning into him, she kissed his lips, a chaste kiss. Feeling no response, she mentally sighed and realized she had her work cut out for her.
She took his head between her hands and kissed his forehead. Next she kissed his closed eyelids, first one eye, then the next. She then planted a gentle kiss on his nose.
"Severus," she murmured. "Please look at me."
He reluctantly opened his eyes and stared into her odd-colored ones. He looked her for a long minute, finally admitting to himself that what he saw there wasn't revulsion; instead he saw affection, concern and... desire?
"Tonks," he murmured and throwing caution to the winds wrapped his arms around her slight form, pulling her close for a revelatory kiss. He felt her mouth open beneath his, deepening the kiss, inviting his tongue in.
Her arms slid around his torso under the shirt, gently rubbing up and down his back. The sensation was oddly calming and arousing at the same time. He shuddered and broke off the kiss, broke away from her embrace, gasping for breath. They stared at each other, a bit stunned and a bit awed by the feeling aroused by that kiss.
"Severus," she murmured his name again. She tipped her head and leaned in, planting a string of kisses along his neck and up his jaw. He moaned when she hit a particularily sensitive spot just beneath his ear.
She stopped her kissing and sat back and looked at him in concern. "Did...did I hurt you?" She was having trouble controlling her breathing and didn't want to stop where this was seemingly heading, but remembered that he had had a rough evening physically and mentally.
His eyes were closed again, his mouth slightly open, breathing deeply. "Please, Tonks..." he pleaded, slightly disgusted at himself for the pleading tone in his voice.
She mistook his tone for fatigue. "Erm," she said brightly. "I guess it's time for you to get some breast, I mean rest." She turned crimson and muttered, "Mary, Mother of God where the hell did that come from?"
Severus opened his eyes and smirked at her. Tonks sat next to him, blushing to her bright orange hair, clashing horribly with it. Her breath came quickly and her eyes were glazed with the promise of passion. He looked at her silky black tank top where he could see the points of her nipples and chuckled. "I think I would like to get some rest, er, I mean breast."
He leaned toward as she watched, frozen with astonishment. His lips fastened around one nipple, suckling it through the soft, slippery fabric.
"Ooooh, Gods," she moaned as her back arched toward him. She put a hand on the back of his head and held him there. "Please don't stop." The other hand landed on his thigh. As he deepened his suckling, gently nipping at her breast, her hand involuntarily massaged the inside of his thigh.
He moved to the other nipple giving it his full attention as well. Tonks groaned in response.
"Mmmm, Tonks, I don't think I care for the taste of this blouse." He slid his hands under the blouse, gathering it up. Like a child she simply raised her arms, inviting him to remove the offending garment.
Sliding the blouse over her head and arms and casting it aside, he gazed at the loveliness before him. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, with dark, rose-colored nipples puckered up from the pale skin surrounding them.
Tonks shivered slightly in the cool air of the room and wrapped her arms around her breasts. "You're chilled," he muttered in concern. He looked around. Like many older homes, this particular bedroom, as well as many of the other rooms had a fireplace. Reaching for his wand, he quickly cast a spell, starting a nice fire roaring in the fireplace.
Taking Tonks' hand, he stood and drew her against him. Her skin was cool against his and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her even closer. "Can't have my mediwitch catching cold," he said as he pulled her, unresisting, with him.
He sat down in the cozy armchair beside the fire and drew Tonks down across his lap. She looked up at him trustingly and smiled, watching his eyes darkening again with desire. Her arms opened and wrapped around his torso, under his shirt. She looked at him invitingly and he lowered his lips to hers...
Several minutes later they broke apart, gasping for air.
A/N: It's not song fic, even though the name of the story is a song. I do love listening to music while I am writing, and am currently listening to Terence Trent D'Arby's "Sign Your Name." He was a bit of a one-album-wonder here in the States, but my, oh my, his songs are sexy. The other ditty I've been listening to is "Don't Dream It's Over" by Crowded House. If you're interested, you can view the lyrics for them at:
http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?id=97968 and
http://www.leoslyrics.com/listlyrics.php?hid=uYeJbLPW930%3D respectively. They seem to be somewhat appropriate to this story.
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..."No. It's just the after-effects of the Cruciatus. These vary from person to person. In my case, my skin becomes, ah, hypersensitive for a few hours afterwards.
It was her turn to quirk an eyebrow and grin at him. "Hypersensitive? In a good way, I hope..." she trailed off and bit her lip, the thought of all that responsive flesh before her tightening her stomach and causing a rush of warmth to head southward...
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The sunlight persisted, but he still felt sleepy. Severus sighed and closed his eyes, rolling towards the sleeping woman pulling her unprotesting body into his embrace. Her back against his chest, she murmured "Sev..." snuggled closer to him and seemed to go back to sleep. He luxuriated in the warmth of the sunshine, the first that had peeked out in days and in the warmth of the sweet body next to him. And remembered...
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Tonks stepped back and watched the ointment begin to fade the ugly bruise on his side. As soon as the last bruising had vanished, she quickly knelt before Severus and put her hands on his knees.
Perplexed by her behavior, Severus sat up and looked into her eyes. He saw emotion flicker across her face too quickly for him to discern what she was feeling. Against his will, the woman kneeling before him was intriguing him more and more.
She saw his eyes change and darken, with desire? She surprised him by leaning in and kissing his side where the bruise had been. Severus gasped and shuddered at this simple touch. She stopped kissing and ran her tongue slowly over his ribs.
Suddenly, she pulled back, her face crinkled in revulsion. Severus quietly sighed to himself. She had obviously changed her mind and decided he tasted as revolting as she looked. Oh well, it was for the better... He closed his eyes to not see her reaction any more.
"Blelch!" exclaimed Tonks. "That tastes nastier than one of those damn indigestion potions I made the mistake of buying last week." She grabbed a towel and wiped her tongue off with it. "Hmmmmm. That takes care of that. Now I just have fuzzies on my tongue."
She looked up at Severus and saw his face had closed. He was looking particularily blank and disinterested. 'Damn,' she thought, 'He thinks I think *he's* nasty. Well, better fix that!'
She stood, leaned over him and brushed his hair behind his ears. She bit her lip, surprised that he hadn't said anything sarcastic to blast her out of the room. She looked closer at his blank face and closed eyes. A new wave of surprise coursed through her as she perceived the vulnerability behind the stony face.
Slowly, she sat down on the bed next to him. Even more slowly, she reached up a hand and turned his still face toward her. Leaning into him, she kissed his lips, a chaste kiss. Feeling no response, she mentally sighed and realized she had her work cut out for her.
She took his head between her hands and kissed his forehead. Next she kissed his closed eyelids, first one eye, then the next. She then planted a gentle kiss on his nose.
"Severus," she murmured. "Please look at me."
He reluctantly opened his eyes and stared into her odd-colored ones. He looked her for a long minute, finally admitting to himself that what he saw there wasn't revulsion; instead he saw affection, concern and... desire?
"Tonks," he murmured and throwing caution to the winds wrapped his arms around her slight form, pulling her close for a revelatory kiss. He felt her mouth open beneath his, deepening the kiss, inviting his tongue in.
Her arms slid around his torso under the shirt, gently rubbing up and down his back. The sensation was oddly calming and arousing at the same time. He shuddered and broke off the kiss, broke away from her embrace, gasping for breath. They stared at each other, a bit stunned and a bit awed by the feeling aroused by that kiss.
"Severus," she murmured his name again. She tipped her head and leaned in, planting a string of kisses along his neck and up his jaw. He moaned when she hit a particularily sensitive spot just beneath his ear.
She stopped her kissing and sat back and looked at him in concern. "Did...did I hurt you?" She was having trouble controlling her breathing and didn't want to stop where this was seemingly heading, but remembered that he had had a rough evening physically and mentally.
His eyes were closed again, his mouth slightly open, breathing deeply. "Please, Tonks..." he pleaded, slightly disgusted at himself for the pleading tone in his voice.
She mistook his tone for fatigue. "Erm," she said brightly. "I guess it's time for you to get some breast, I mean rest." She turned crimson and muttered, "Mary, Mother of God where the hell did that come from?"
Severus opened his eyes and smirked at her. Tonks sat next to him, blushing to her bright orange hair, clashing horribly with it. Her breath came quickly and her eyes were glazed with the promise of passion. He looked at her silky black tank top where he could see the points of her nipples and chuckled. "I think I would like to get some rest, er, I mean breast."
He leaned toward as she watched, frozen with astonishment. His lips fastened around one nipple, suckling it through the soft, slippery fabric.
"Ooooh, Gods," she moaned as her back arched toward him. She put a hand on the back of his head and held him there. "Please don't stop." The other hand landed on his thigh. As he deepened his suckling, gently nipping at her breast, her hand involuntarily massaged the inside of his thigh.
He moved to the other nipple giving it his full attention as well. Tonks groaned in response.
"Mmmm, Tonks, I don't think I care for the taste of this blouse." He slid his hands under the blouse, gathering it up. Like a child she simply raised her arms, inviting him to remove the offending garment.
Sliding the blouse over her head and arms and casting it aside, he gazed at the loveliness before him. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, with dark, rose-colored nipples puckered up from the pale skin surrounding them.
Tonks shivered slightly in the cool air of the room and wrapped her arms around her breasts. "You're chilled," he muttered in concern. He looked around. Like many older homes, this particular bedroom, as well as many of the other rooms had a fireplace. Reaching for his wand, he quickly cast a spell, starting a nice fire roaring in the fireplace.
Taking Tonks' hand, he stood and drew her against him. Her skin was cool against his and he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her even closer. "Can't have my mediwitch catching cold," he said as he pulled her, unresisting, with him.
He sat down in the cozy armchair beside the fire and drew Tonks down across his lap. She looked up at him trustingly and smiled, watching his eyes darkening again with desire. Her arms opened and wrapped around his torso, under his shirt. She looked at him invitingly and he lowered his lips to hers...
Several minutes later they broke apart, gasping for air.